Finding My Nightingale [UNDER CONSTRUCTION]

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter fourteen

***Elena's POV***

I don't think heard him right. "Your what now?"

"Your mother hasn't mentioned me?" He looked shocked.

"All due respect, sir, but my mother an father hasn't been around to actually speak to me of relatives. I was certain I didn't have any living relatives until you."

"Well, I guess that means we've got a lot of catching up to do then come this way."

"Did you know about this?" I whispered to William.

"No or I would have brought you here a few weeks ago." I sighed and hurried after the old man.

"Please have a seat." We walk into a room and it looked to be a living area.

"You live in your store?" I asked sitting down on the hard couch. I guess he doesn't get any house visitors.

"I do now. I used to live far out in the woods where I couldn't be found."

"Why in the woods?" William asked.

"So no one I didn't want to find me would."

Make sense, I thought.

"All right but who are you hiding from?" I couldn't help but ask.
"It happened centuries ago during the Great War you great grandmother was sick. My father took her to a man's place, he was meant to protect her but there was a deal involved and my father couldn't carry out the deal which meant death for all family members and descendants."

"Don't you think that's a little harsh?"

He nodded and went on with history. "So my father took me and my dying mother far away so we wouldn't be found. Mother died and father got sick. Soon everyone died and I was alone.

"Then I went into town one day and met your great grandmother. No it wasn't love at first sight but over time our love grew strong."

I smiled and looked at William and he was smiling too. My smile faded into a sad frown as he looked at me with sad eyes.

We couldn't be together I knew that. I wish there was something we could do about it but I knew of none. Besides he had a country to run.

He couldn't go sneaking around with a peasant.

I turn from him before he could see a tear run down my face. I wiped it off angrily.

Why was I getting upset?

I only just met this guy, even though he gets on my nerves all the time, he did stay with me when my best friend died.

Actually, thinking about it, he's not left me yet.

"Elena. Are you listening?"

"Huh, what?" I shook my head. Both of them were staring at me with a concerned look.

"Sorry, I got lost in thought. What now?" I say, pulling my attention toward my so called great grandfather.

"They found us and took my wife away before I could save her I took your grandmother and hid out in the woods. And you know the rest."

"The rest?" I asked, confused.

"That's the story of the nightingales and the little girl." William said.

I gasped, "that story is real?" He nodded. "So you're saying that that was my grandparents?"

"And your mother."

"But why didn't she tell me?"

"Perhaps to protect you." Says William.

"It must be but she should have brought you to me." Says my great grandfather.

"I don't even know your name." I say.

"Call me Charles. Perhaps she thought it was too risky."

"Is anyone here?!" A harsh voice yells in the store.

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